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Monday, December 17, 2007

Shockingly Enough, I Didn't Enjoy It.

We were or are still, covered in snow. Not as much as they had predicted. The day after the snow fell, I went out to feed the animals. The Foghorn Leghorn rooster has decided to take a disliking to me. Which is fine, I am use to roosters suddenly changing their minds about how special I am to them.

Everyone was fed, and this was the first day that Donkey decided to allow me to pet him, actually he pushed his muzzle into my hand. It was brief, but I was there. I walked by the horse tank and noticed that the water wasn't really getting much lower, and the geese were still not going to use it. So I did what any one else would do. I was curious if the ice melter was warming the water up too much, so I skimmed the surface of the water with my finger. OH SWEET MOTHER! THE PAIN! Electricity surged through my finger into my arm, up into my shoulder. My breath caught, and a tear froze on it's way down my cheek. I jerked my hand back as the animals all stared at my with there "now you know" looks. I couldn't feel my fingers to tell you if I could move them. My shoulder screamed, and this was the better of the two shoulders. My arm burned and was numb at the same time.

I made my way into the house to get some sympathy from my husband, but as soon as the story can spilling out, I was greeted with a roar of laughter. No, no you don't understand, this is worse then the hot fence! I whined. Yes, I was whining by them as pins and needles tattooed the muscles of my arm. My pinkie finger twitched involuntarily, but the numbness was fading.

Now I know why the animals stopped using the horse tank. As soon as I plugged in the ice melter, it was shocking all of them. So now it is back to the old fashion way of breaking up the ice every morning.

And even now, a few days after the fact, it hurts just telling you the story.

Just wondering. Do you ever take the boys sledding? I was at a hockey game this weekend and couldn't believe that kids go to the Coliseum to slide down the hill. I never thought about going there before. It's always been in College Hill, by the Palace Theater, or Sedgwick County Park. I just thought it was kind of cool.

I find it hard to believe "they" are hitting 50% marks when everyone with livestock that I have asked have no idea what it is. Seems odd to have such high numbers and not find a single soul that has registered.

I have decided to not link a whole lot on my site out of paranoia (I admit it) because I find this shit on the work computer.

I hate to always be the passimist, but man I feel like we are going to lose their illegal battle...

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I am a death metal homesteader. Or so I jokingly refer to myself.
I have been cooking since I could reach the stove, homesteading on 5 acres in Kansas for 11 years and on the back of a bike for the last 15 years.
Recently we left the Great Plains to start a new life in the Appalachian foothills. Living completely off grid.
I freelance write for a variety of ezines and paper rags. The topics I like to cover are rather eclectic, as is my life.